Translation: I misplace a single flower. That’s another message I forget to say. Along with the asphalt in the blazing summer, Returns the fragrance of those days. “Crying will help you forget most things.” That was how that song you sang for me went. But, even so, The ‘I miss you’ that’s plastered to my eyelids Still won’t fade away. As I carry this bouquet, Every flower, a message I want to tell you. It’s because you aren’t my heart That I still remember your hand. Every time I change out a pair of flowers, I recall that voice of yours. In the blazing summer, watching the heat haze. The wind quickens, cumulonimbus. I can just start writing with, “Dear.” Tears soaking my “I can’t find you’s” and “I miss you’s.” But, even so, I can’t stop writing them. These words that bleed blue. As I carry this bouquet, Every flower, a message I want to tell you. It’s because you aren’t my spine, That I’m trying to find you. Hey, I’m sorry. I still remember. Our sweaty hands gripping each other. You might as well, so won't you tell me? How I’m supposed to forget you. As I carry this bouquet, Every flower, a message I want to tell you. It’s because you’re flowing within my veins, That I’m laying flowers for my arteries. Ever since that day, This heart inside me belongs to you and I. And when red and blue meet one another, This pulse beats with your life.